I'll burst to shards
because of you
so absent by my side
your nails so red & wildly sharp
to cut off dead a piece of mine
while craving drives me raving mad
deserted in your shifting sand
with you in an unfathomed land
& me enrolled to journey sad
in absences of yours to hide
or let my pride be swept aside
by ever-lusting tide
I'll burst of shame
because of me
so absent by your hand
my standard white is fed to flame
I cling to touch & sight & scent
to hold you to our doom.
"constant craving"(c)
title in hommage to k.d. lang
constant craving
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